the other foot in my mouth

There is no worse feeling than trying to fix a problem only to find that it is more complex and deep than you imagined. Layer upon layer of knots. I think I tried to fix something, unknotted and cut a rope that was around my neck and then noticed that it was the same rope holding my heart together.

I thought I could have it all. Even now I'm not sure if I understand why I can't. I guess its egotistical to think that everyone wants to give everything to me. You don't care. You don't touch me. He does both too much. I talk too little.